Holidays with Bill and Sookie by zapinit666, literature
Literature
Holidays with Bill and Sookie
Shivering for what was probably the hundredth time, Sookie let her eyes drift from the snowy path in front of her to Bill who, being a vampire, hadnt noticed the cold. Bill, just as silent as normal yet oddly invigilant, failed to notice poor Sookie shaking like a leaf in the crisp Banff air. That is, until she spoke up.
"Darn it, Bill, it is freezing! Can't we just go back to the cabin where it's warm?" she snapped. Being from Louisiana, the Banff cold was something very foreign to her.
Mildly surprised at her tone, Bill moved closer to her in a vain attempt to warm her up. Another chill ran down her spine as they approached a tall,
Scar's POV
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Memories that I had cast aside came rushing back. I couldn't escape them.
The day Nick and I met.
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A young boy walked past me, his lips in a tight line, tears in his eyes.
"Are you ok?" I smiled, stepping into place beside him.
"Go away." He blubbered and I grabbed his hand, stopping him.
He turned around quickly, his long black hair fell in front of his eyes. A few pixie girls walked by laughing when they saw a boy crying.
"Is this you first day?" I had asked and he nodded his head, wiping his nose with his other hand, sniffling.
"Aww don't cry. Yestaday was my first day too. Come on. Miz T is weally cool!" I grab
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k so some of my devotions arent actually mine they are either from the fan site i got them from or from an official site
some of them are actually mine like the Barty Crouch Jr. one but if they arent mine then i will put the site they were from on their comments thing
I'm a hell without changes
In life we're always tired
Its always the same here
It never gets much brighter
Our spirits have faded to darkness
The people here are crazed
You can hear our chrildren crying
There eyes reflect our pain
Will I ever wake up
Is this all a dream
I'm trapped in a lost world
And this is our cruel reality
On my skin the dust builds up
Decaying all thats real
Unrelentlace this cruel reality
Destroy's what all we feel
Fires of hate well up within
Angers rises in the captivity
Confusion rains over our conscience minds
Now this is our cruel reality
Will i ever wake up
Is this all a dream
I'm trapped i